Poem -

Leftovers

Leftovers

Look,
I am broken
come
now and feed
off
what they
have left of me ..
Spent
and likewise
discarded,
I hold nothing
but
the truth ..
Feel free to
serve
me up beside
a side dish
of your
own choosing
and
then lavishly
dressed
in contempt ..

 

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Marion

Ohh Nevile such a lot of emotion in this. I imagine a bitter soul...staring into futility, whisky glass in hand...oh no...that's me in the mirror ...still, I daresay I'm not alone X

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Neville

I am not bitter, but I do have a long memory, both for good things and the not so good .. Bless you for always being in my corner our Marion :) x

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author
Being Me

Ouch! You can feel the pain running through this. Awesome wordsmithing here! Fabulous writing x

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author
Neville

You are, as is oft the case, far to generous and correspondingly kind .. thank you so much Tina .. x

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author
Lorna

Hi Neville,  
the truth is sometimes bitter,  your words really have a punch 
enjoyed 
Lorna xx

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author
Neville

Thank you Lorna on behalf of me, my pen and all the other lemons :) x

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author
Neville

You sweet talker you :) 

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